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By the tear we have shed o'er the tomb of the cherished,
O'er days ne'er to bless us again—-
Let us still give a sigh to the hope that has perished,
But a smile to the hopes which remain.
O'er days ne'er to bless us again—-
Let us still give a sigh to the hope that has perished,
But a smile to the hopes which remain.
Oh still, as the circle of social affection
Of some valued heart is bereft,
While we treasure through life their belov'd recollection,
Let us cling to the few that are left;
Down our cheek while the tear drop of anguish is stealing,
A solace e'en then it may prove,
To view the sad glance of reciprocal feeling,
When it beams from the eye that we love.
Of some valued heart is bereft,
While we treasure through life their belov'd recollection,
Let us cling to the few that are left;
Down our cheek while the tear drop of anguish is stealing,
A solace e'en then it may prove,
To view the sad glance of reciprocal feeling,
When it beams from the eye that we love.
Oh this is the charm which shall brighten to-morrow,
With the joys that we cherish to-day;
'Tis the pilot who steadies our vessel of sorrow,
"Tis the star which enlightens its way :
And if e'er o'er the st-a of adversity driven,
That bark has no pilot to steer .
That star beaming bright from the portals of heaven,
Shall bid us seek fortitude there.
With the joys that we cherish to-day;
'Tis the pilot who steadies our vessel of sorrow,
"Tis the star which enlightens its way :
And if e'er o'er the st-a of adversity driven,
That bark has no pilot to steer .
That star beaming bright from the portals of heaven,
Shall bid us seek fortitude there.
To mortal men great loads allotted be
But of all packs, no pack like poverty.
Herrick, 1648.
But of all packs, no pack like poverty.
Herrick, 1648.
Conversation is the daughter of reasoning, the mother of knowledge, the breath of the soul, the commerce of hearts, the bond of friendship, the nourishment of content, and the occupation of men of wit.
